The room remained quiet, filled with the scent of herbs from the hundreds of remedies stored along Elna’s shelves. Small candles flickered gently, casting a soft glow over Kesha’s pale face as she lay weakly on the bed. Elna stood not far from the bedside, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes calm but alert, quietly evaluating.
Ryan stood a short distance away, watching Kesha in silence before finally speaking.
“How is she?” he asked Elna, his tone neutral but edged with concern he didn’t quite hide.
Elna answered without hesitation, “Mostly just minor injuries, Alpha. A few bruises and scrapes, but nothing serious. She’s in shock… but it will pass soon.”
Ryan nodded slowly, then turned his gaze to Kesha, who still looked weak and tried to keep her eyes soft and sorrowful. He step
